And it wasn't just the temperature and it wasn't just the season
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
Black day in July, black day in July
And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide
In the mansion of the Governor there's nothing that is known for sure
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground
Black day in July, black day in July
And they wonder how it happened and they really know the reason
And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide
And you say, "How did it happen" And you say, "How did it start?
Motor city's burning and the flames are running wild
Upon the filthy pavement no reason can be found
The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside
The telephone is ringing and the pendulum is swinging
And you wonder just in passing is it him or is it me?
And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill
Black day in July
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands
But the hands of the have-nots keep falling out of reach
And everyone is listening and everyone's awake
Black day in July, black day in July
And the soul of motor city is bared across the land
There's really not much choice you see, it looks to us like anarchy
The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake
The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed
In the streets of motor city there's a deadly silent sound
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
But the shapes of gutted buildings strike terror to the heart
Black day in July, black day in July
Black day in July
And then the tanks go rolling in to patch things up as best they can
Why can't we all be brothers why can't we live in peace?"
Black day in July, black day in July
There is no time to hesitate, the speech is made, the dues can wait
And there's gunfire from the rooftops and the blood begins to spill
Black day in July, black day in July
Black day in July, black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
In the office of the President the deed is done the troops are sent
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land
The streets of motor city now are quiet and serene
And you read your morning paper and you sip your cup of tea
